Sun, 2011-04-10 19:02
Sun lovers, and brothers
Our bodies in sunlight
Dancing and swaying
Like wheat in the field
In silence a golden sun
Vanishes westward
I have grown like the banyan tree
Touched by the sun
The passing of seasons,
An infinite echo
Like wheat at the harvest
Our moment is NOW
So take me, earth mother
And sing me to silence
Til I rest in the heart
Of your bosom at last.
